i love this so much because louis laugh

i feel like it’s underappreciated that we know harry doesn’t use emojis because that knowledge opens so many headcanons: 

  • louis “must say i’ve outdone myself on my emoji game there” tomlinson over-compensating with emojis in texts to harry and teasing him like “i put five heart emojis after i love you harold and you didn’t even put one, i’m hurt” until harry grumps enough that he tracks louis down to kiss him senseless and tell him how much he loves him 
  • louis sending harry entire messages written only with emojis and giggling when harry takes forever to reply because he’s trying to decipher it and laughing even harder when harry misinterprets a few parts but he’s too endeared to actually call him out on it 
  • when louis’ had a really bad day and he’s too miserable to do much else than curl up on the sofa with harry and can’t even talk about it harry sends him a simple heart emoji text just this one time to see louis smile even a little bit
  • me: louis is so iconic.
  • someone: wait, what? we weren't even talking about --
  • me: i mean, even after being put in a band he still didn't have many opportunities to shine. his mic was turned down/off, he wasn't given hardly any solos on Up All Night OR Take Me Home, which were his bands /first two albums/. let that sink in!!!! and if he let that discourage him, he didn't let it keep him down, which is inspirational enough on it's own. but not only that, he's used every negative experience in his life as a stepping stone to become better and better (especially career-wise).
  • someone: how did you put the parentheses in a spoken conversation?
  • me: people said he couldn't be a solo artist because his voice was "weak" but Just Hold On depicts exactly the opposite; JHO is full of range and really emphasizes the vocal power i've always known he's possessed. you asked about his songwriting?
  • someone: no i didn't but
  • me: don't even get me started on his songwriting. louis is one of those people who writes to tell a story. he takes the listener from Point A to Point B; within three minutes and thirty seconds, he manages to weave songs of high points&low points, good&bad, and most of all, an overarching theme of hope. he sings of love in a way that sounds attainable for anyone, and maybe it is. louis's songwriting sounds like memories being made and summer days and
  • someone: are you crying? again? i'm pretty sure this has happened before
  • me, choking down my tears: no i'm not crying shut up i'm not finished... bc i mean. not only is louis Doing That(TM) in all of these other areas (and slaying, i might add), he's still so lovely and sweet. he's humble and thankful for everything he has and for all the people who have helped get him this far. i mean, i have never seen someone so appreciative of their fans. he doesn't have to support our fan projects but he does because he /cares/. he loves us even though he doesn't know us and what's important is that he knows how to make us feel loved
  • someone: *sigh*
  • me, crying openly: i wonder if he realizes just how much he's adored and how much people admire him. because for the past six years, he's had struggle after struggle thrown at him and he's faced it all with such dignity and grace. even if he's had bad moments and sad moments, he still manages to laugh and make other people laugh and i admire him so much.
  • someone: are you done
  • me: i'm never done talking about louis but for now, yes pls put on up all night and cry with me. we're on 1d discography lockdown lets go

“What’s it for, Lou?”

Generally Louis takes Harry with him when he gets tattoos, knows Harry loves watching the color bleed into his skin.

Harry had been at the gym this afternoon when Louis finally decided it was time. He’s been planning this tattoo for a while, but today felt like the right time. Things were tough - not too tough, just enough that Louis wanted another reminder inked into his skin for the world to see.

Louis carefully pulls the bandage back over the fresh tattoo, and rearranges himself so that he’s burrowing into Harry’s side, his shoulder snug into Harry’s armpit. Harry clearly didn’t shower after he got home from the gym, and now Louis is going to be walking around with that same ripe smell, but that’s okay. That’s the smell of his boy.

“You gonna tell me or take a nap on me?” Harry jokes, moving his hand in slow, soothing strokes just below the bandage.

“I was just… thinking,” Louis says. Because even after living together for years, sometimes thinkg still make Louis feel embarrassed and raw to speak aloud.

“You remember how much you hate Snape?” He says instead, catching Harry off guard and earning that unbridled laugh he loves so much.

“Yeah,” says Harry. “Fucking wanker.”

Louis smiles. “Yeah,” he said. “But remember a few months ago when you were talking about how the problem with Snape was that he loved the idea of Lily, rather than Lily herself? And that’s why they never would have worked?”

Harry nods, giving Louis’ arm a squeeze.

“And I was just sort of thinking… about James. And how he was a fucking wanker sometimes too, you know. Thought he was top shit and he was too fucking loud all the time and definitely annoyed the fuck out of Harry sometimes.”

He doesn’t look up to meet Harry’s eyes this time, just takes his free arm and reaches across Harry’s body to grasp his free hand.

“But, as much of a dick as James was, he got one thing right. And that was loving Lily with everything he had. Protecting her with everything he had.”

“Lou…” Harry leans down to nuzzle into Louis’s hair.

“Just, you know… that’s what I want to be.” Louis mumbles, the self consciousness taking over.

“Is that…” Harry pauses. “Is that a patronus? The deer?”

“It might be,” Louis ducks his head into Harry’s side quick enough that harry giggles in surprise and squirms for a minute.

“Oh Lou,” Harry says. He repositions himself so that he’s facing Louis, able to wrap himself around him tighter. “You’re a sap, LouBear Tomlinson.”

“Shut up,” Louis pouts, his voice faint as he’s pressed into Harry’s broad stomach . “That’s LouBear Tomlinson STYLES to you.”

They reposition after a moment, so that they’re spooning side by side instead of wrapped around each other, giggles erupting from each of them as they awkwardly move their limbs to fit together.

A few minutes later, when Louis is almost asleep in warm, fuzzy peace, Harry mumbles, “I think my patronus is a tiger.”

anonymous asked:

Do u have any ither headcanons? Like not wedding related but just stuff?? That ?? Happens??? Like??? ALL THE TIME

Oh sure loads. I know they sing together, listen to music and dance together. I bet there’s always music at their house.

I bet they cook together, and sometimes it’s just a chore, chopping and dicing, but they’re together. And sometimes it’s fun and sometimes they argue over who was supposed to pick up the onions, but then Harry feels bad because he really thinks he forgot and Louis hates that, so he makes silly faces at him until he laughs.

I bet they have nights apart where they fall asleep to the other person talking on the other end of FaceTime, Harry stroking Louis’ cheek on the iPad screen and whispering to his big empty house how much he loves his husband.

I bet sometimes they sit side by side on their laptops, Harry scrolling for their next big art purchase and Louis looking up what flowers bloom best in the July heat of LA for their garden, and every now and again one will remark something about what the other is doing. “Not that one, Hazza, it’ll give me nightmares.” “Louis I think dogs are allergic to peonies, should I look that up?”

I have hundreds more but hopefully this is what you meant love. ♥️

okay i decided to watch some old 1d perfomances because i miss the boys so much and searched for ‘moments’ live and clicked on the first video
first of all i really love when harry says louis’ name because it sounds so soft and cute
and also harry laughs because his boyfriend is such a small bean and his mic is too tall for him
im dead

anonymous asked:

I love naked cuddling and touching (not me personally, but in my fics). I like the intimacy, vulnerability, and trust that is displayed when characters are content to be naked and touching and it not be sexually motivated or a result of sex. I think about this a lot with Tomlinshaw when one of the boys is feeling insecure and the other just loves them and takes care of them. It just makes me happy. I also like kisses to the center of the chest. Kisses to the chest and naked cuddling.


Because any two people can take their clothes off and have sex.  But it’s a very special relationship when those clothes come off and there’s no expectation of sex at all, no pressure, just touching and holding and all that lovely warm skin contact.  It requires so much trust.

And sometimes I do like to think about our Nicholas, who’s approaching his mid-30s and feeling everything that goes along with that.  Who’d found his first grey chest hair and panicked and wondered if he’d be able to dye it.  Who’d despaired of ever getting to wear his shirts unbuttoned to the navel in front of Mum and country ever again without everyone looking right at it.  Who’d had laugh lines for years and for whom this new development wasn’t welcome at all.

But who’d also had a Louis.  A Louis who fell in love with him because his voice always sounded like home no matter where on the planet he was and who loved his laugh lines and his one grey chest hair. (Maybe he kissed it once just to make Nick feel better.)  Because he’d come to feel so exposed no matter what he was wearing, come to feel so picked apart by so many eyes on him, that it was a relief to find someone who felt like home and who loved him just as much in a tracksuit when he’d gone days without washing his hair.  Who’d kissed the w in the it is what it is tattoo and then stopped an inch or so below, resting his head against his Louis’s chest and breathing out a sigh of relief because he’d finally got him home.

And that’s it!  The clothes come off and they cuddle and they’re warm and content to just be together finally and someone trails a finger along someone’s arm or chest or cheek because I am definitely all about that.

So yes, I like all of these things too and if you have any more thoughts you’d like to share with me then please do.  :))))

So Just Hold On came on shuffle and I started crying. I’m not usually like this but I guess it’s been an emotional day, and I just had a weekend with my family laughing at me constantly for liking Louis so much. They think it’s because I want to be with him, and I don’t know why it’s so hard for them to understand that’s the furthest thing from the truth. I love that boy, adore him and admire him, and it has nothing to do with desire. I’m proud to be his fan, the way he fought for One Direction to have more creative control, the way he appreciates his fans, the love he has for his family, the loyalty to them and his friends. His continued support for charities and those struggling without recognition. But most importantly I’m proud of how far he’s come. From making jokes about how awful his first audition was and openly admitting he didn’t think he was good enough, to making his first solo record and smashing it. Just Hold On may not have had the promo it deserved from his team but it’s an amazing song and he did so well. And he did all this whilst his mum was dying and after she was gone. When he could have given up and refused to perform, he stood on that stage and gave it his all and I’ve never been so proud. He’s beautiful and worthy of every good thing in the world. I’ll support him and I’ll be unashamed because he deserves it.

Since Cloe and I didn’t have any really good photos together I decided to photo shop a painting of us from some selfies we took over the last few months. We never took good photos because we were too busy goofing off, talking, or laughing till we cried. We were just living in the few moments we got to see each other. A good example of our true goofy selves below…. (Old school SIO fans probably know why we took this picture at the St. Louis zoo!) 

We bonded over a love for Set It Off and turtles and my inability to be confident around boys. Literally, she gave me so much boy advice it’s shocking! I can’t listen to any SIO songs now without crying… Dream Catcher came on in my car today and I lost it… I had to pull over and have a good 5 minute cry fest. I’m having a very hard time getting through this because she is… or was one of the few and only people I felt comfortable calling or texting when I felt like the sky was falling down… And now my world is crashing apart and I can’t shoot her a text and have her tell me it’ll be okay. I met a best friend through this blog. Someone who jumped into my life out of no where and I felt like I knew my whole life. I’m dying a little inside right now… 

I promise after this week I’ll get back to posting nothing but SIO, but this page was also Cloe’s and I feel like you guys knew her too and deserve to know what happened and how much she meant to me. 


anonymous asked:

I'm sorry this is creepy but I live in the area around St. Louis and I keep seeing all the places in your comics. I'm sorry this is really irrelevant to you but I just thought it was cool! Nice to know I live close to someone on the internet! Again sorry this sounds creepy, I love your art and comics! They make me think and laugh all the time! (Sorry this is so long)

*eyes emoji*
im on desktop someone add it in

JK stl is a cool place and I’m glad there’s a growing art scene here! Probably because the rent is so much cheaper than any other city eheheh

I have an idea for the Ghostbusters AU.

In the movie Louis is supposed to be the nerd with big glasses that doesn’t get the girl. So what if Paul needs glasses but he never wants to wear them because he wants to look cool in front of Patryk. As a result Paul is always bumping into things. (I think this is what a headcanon is)

By the way I’m gonna draw you some more Ghostbusters AU fanart soon I promise.

(((AHHH I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH! I’M LAUGHING SO HARD OMG. This is probably one of the best ideas I’ve gotten from somebody for the AU! 

Also, thank you!! I can’t wait to see your fanart, I loved the first one you did so much aaa <3)))

anonymous asked:

I read the entirety of Autophobia in like an hour and a half (as well as the other two times since then) the other day because I got so engrossed. Thank you for the gift of Louis and Daniel, I love them both and I'm excited for your next update! ♥

Omg LOL! Thank you so much for reading! :’D I’m excited to share the next update, it made me laugh while drawing it I mean swoon from the ~*romance*~

anonymous asked:

Maybe a bachelor au drabble about Harry and Louis' wedding day or if you're feeling angsty their first real fight after leaving the show 🙈💕

I’ll do you one better; I’ll combine them.

The story I swore I’d never revisit, and I’m sorry it took me so long to answer because I’m pretty sure this request has been sitting in my inbox since July:

The past six months have been a whirlwind of absolute and utter chaos. It’s been stressful, loud, intense, crazy; Harry wouldn’t change a single thing about it. He’s never been happier a day in his damn life.

He gets to wake up next to Louis, eat dinner with him, hold hands when they’re watching movies, grocery shop, laugh with him, cry with him, love the hell out of him. And so much of it is mundane, but it’s Louis that makes it not feel that way, that makes it feel extraordinary. Harry feels like the first 26 years of life were wasted not being with his boy.

Keep reading

Daddy's Princess


A/N: This has been requested. I believe I said no One Direction imagines but I guess I’ll start to do some, for right now I’ll just accept Harry Styles imagines. But I’ll let you know when you can request the others in the band. PLEASE DON’T HATE. I tried my best on this imagine and I hope you guys like it. Let me know what you guys think. I just find Harry so freaking adorable, especially when he is holding babies!! So it's just look at his beautiful smile :D  


I let out a bloody scream as I pushed. I felt as if my organs were being turned inside out or as if they were ripped out from me. The pain was unbearable, blood dripped out and landed on the doctor’s latex gloves as he held my legs apart. Sweat beads sliding down onto my chest. Pain surged throughout my entire body as I tired to push out my baby girl. My husband holding onto my hand and whispered nothing but encouragement in my ear. I squeezed his hand once more do to the pain of giving birth. I let out another scream when I pushed with all the strength I had left.

“Congratulations! It’s a beautiful healthy baby girl.”

I sighed in relief knowing that my pain was over. The doctor took her towards the nurse as they cleaned the blood on her body, he called Harry over to cut the umbilicord. A smile plastered on his face seeing his princess. The nurse wrapped her in a pink blanket and handed her to Harry. Tears streamed down his beautiful face, knowing that she’s his. She had his pink lips, his curly brown hair and his green eyes. He carefully lifted her tiny body up and kissed her forehead. Her tiny hands trying to grab his clothing material. Just a minute or two ago she was born and she already had him wrapped around her tiny finger. He came to my bed and gently laid her in my arms.

“Hey baby,” I cooed. “I’m your mommy. I hope I can be the best mother and I love you so much.”

She opened her green eyes and smiled once she saw Harry and I admiring her small frame.

“She’s beautiful,” Harry said. “Just like her mummy.”

Heat rosed up to the surface of my chubby cheeks and he laughed. He carefully sat on the hospital bed trying not to wake up our daughter and hurt me.

“What shall we name her?” He asked.

“I like the name Katelynn Darcy Styles.”

Harry mumbled the name, he nodded his head in approval as a smile made it’s way onto his face. His side dimple and teeth showing.

“Knock knock,” Louis said. “We wanted to see if you guys were up to see visitors.”

“Come on in guys,” Harry said.

Louis, Niall, Liam, Sophia, Lou and Lux made their way inside the room. Louis came towards me and hugged me.

“Careful!” Harry whispher-yelled.

Louis laughed and looked down at Katelynn. His smile growing from ear to ear finally able to meet and hold her in his arms. I carefully passed her to Louis.

“You guys make beautiful babies,” Niall said.

“Yea we do,” Harry said. “I also had a lot of fun making her too.”

I playfully smacked his arm and everyone laughed. Louis then passed her to Liam. About an hour or so everyone left as they noticed my constant yawning.

“Get some rest, love.”

“But what if she cries?”

“Don’t worry,” Harry said. “I’m here. Go to sleep because you need it after 9 hours of being in labour.”

I nodded and rested my head on the fluffed pillow. My eyes drooping shut from the tiredness taking over.

“I love you both so much,” Harry whispered. “I promise to take care of you and your mummy. I promise to be the best father I can be for you my little princess.”

I closed my eyes and smiled knowing that I have a beautiful healthy family that I grown to love.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Don't you think the "extraness" of today came because "coincidentially" the logo seems a guy in hands and knees waiting for the D? Lmao

Haha! Funny. Maybe it all means just as much?

Dear Louis,

I wish that I could take you to the stars
I’d never let you fall and break your heart
And if you wanna cry or fall apart
I’ll be there to hold you

You tell me that you hurt, it’s all in vain
But I can see your heart can love again
And I remember you laughing
So let’s just laugh again


anonymous asked:

Niall literally worships the ground louis walks on. Confirmed.

Like, literally. This child is sick and it’s freezing and Louis changed into a tank top of his own choice and complains of being cold and even though Niall is sick, he hands his jacket right on over.

But, look. Niall likes making sure Louis is taken care of. Here’s him bribing Louis with food to come over to his house.

But, I mean, I don’t blame him for wanting Louis around all the time because Niall honest to God thinks Louis is the funniest goddamned person on the entire planet. Like, I swear, Louis could say “fart,” and after Niall recovers from laughing for at least 15 minutes, he’d start raving that Louis needs to become a stand up comic. I mean, look at how hard Louis makes Niall laugh with like little to no effort.

He literally died here for a minute from laughing so hard.

Niall just loves Louis so much. Like, he blindly follows and listens to him no matter what.

Oh, Louis wants me to go this way? Okay, I’ll do that.

Louis wants me to get down on my hands and knees on dirty concrete to hit a ball with my head? Yeah, sure!

And Louis makes Niall do RIDICULOUS things on stage. Like, cartwheels and all of sorts of shit, and Niall KNOWS it’s ridiculous.

He complains and yet HE DOES IT ANYWAY.

And don’t even get me started on this kid’s Twitter.

Hero and inspiration.

WHAT THIS HAPPENED YEARS AGO AND I STILL DON’T???? And how much you wanna bet Niall started singing Jungle Book with him? And then was like, “Alright, Lou. C’mon in, then.” 


Of course you gave into him. 

Missing Louis’ calls is apparently very troubling for the Irishman. 

Yeah, okay, Louis might have Tweeted it but you were probably thinking it as he stole your phone. 

Yeah, he probably breathed and you died laughing for 20 minutes. 

He wanted to trend it worldwide. He wanted everyone to tell Louis Happy Birthday. 

#pinkyandthebrain Take over the world. 

Of course you give into him. This is a common theme. 


And then out of everyone, he nominated Niall for the ice bucket challenge. Because Niall’s world revolves around Louis. But, that’s okay, because Louis loves him very much a lot right back.

hahaha, I like how I was watching I Want on the dvd and not really expecting Louis and Harry goofing off in this one. I assumed someone took them aside and said “Okay, don’t like… hand Harry a candle so he’ll have bite it right before his solo, please. This is for the cameras.”

And then, they showed them put an arm over each other’s shoulders and I was like “aw, that was actually a pretty good job of pretending you’re heterosexual for this dvd recording, guys! That’s pretty platonic!" 

…LITERALLY NINE SECONDS LATER, we DO cut back to them and Harry is licking all of his fingers and staaaaring at Louis like NEVERMIND. NOPE. GLAD EVEN IN THIS DVD YOU ARE 100% BANGING EACH OTHER. OKAY, I GUESS THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE TAKEN AS CONCERT GAY??

CUT TO SEVEN SECONDS LATER, Harry turns back to him, gets caught in his eyes and then laughs his biggest possible laugh while Louis smiles so softly and smugly and you’re like… YUP, CHECKED EVERYTHING OFF, YOU’RE ALSO IN LOVE. GOT IT. THANK YOU, UAN DVD.

#5 Big Fight (Part Two)

Part One

Harry: You sat on the floor of your living room staring at your cut up hands. Cleaning up broken glass wasn’t your best idea. Suddenly, you heard the door open. “(Y/N)?” Harry called, sounding much calmer than he was before. “In the living area,” you sad back. From your peripheral you could see his boots walk into the room, and stop once he saw you. “What the hell happened?” he asked you, leaning down next to you and taking your bloodied hands in his much larger ones. “I…I tried to clean up the vase…” you whimpered, sniffing as you trailed off. “Oh, Baby…” he whispered, as he felt his own heart breaking. “Oh, (Y/N), come here.” He lifted you onto his lap, then used his thumb to lift your chin so your eyes met his. “I didn’t cheat on you,” you said. He took a deep breath, then said, “I’m so sorry. I’m such an idiot. It’s just…The thought of losing you…Makes me insane. And I get mad and lash out. But I know you’d never do that. I do. And I’m so incredibly sorry, my love.” With that, he kissed your tears away and took you into the bathroom to get cleaned up. “I love you,” he said. “I love you too, Harry.”

Liam: You were freezing. Realizing you left your coat in his car, you sobbed once more. It had already been nearly an hour and you weren’t anywhere near your house. Feeling weak, tired, and heartbroken, you collapsed on the curb and gave way to tears. Eventually (and unwillingly) you fell asleep, crying there on the sidewalk. After what felt like only minutes later, you awoke to faint mumbling, a mix of jumped cuss words and self hatred. “Liam?” you whimpered. “Oh my God,” he choked, “you’re awake.” Once your eyes were fully adjusted, you saw Liam cradling you in your bedroom. He was crying, stroking your face so gently it was as if he thought you were made of glass, so fragile in his arms that you might break then and there. “W-What hap-pened?” you spoke, your voice horse as you shivered. “I went back for you…You were on the ground…So cold and alone. You wouldn’t respond when I called for you, I thought I lost you.” All you could do was snuggle more into his chest, trying to take in his warmth and regain your own. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N)…” he sobbed again. “It’s alright, Liam. It’s n-not your f-fault.” “It is though,” he cried. “Shh..” you soothed, “let’s just go to sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.” He silently nodded, tucking you into the bed, kissing your forehead, and holding you close as you both drifted into sleep.

Louis: You woke up the next morning to the smell of something sweet, which (despite your red, puffy eyes and sore throat from the previous night’s screaming and sobbing) made your mouth water. You rose from the bed and hesitantly made your way downstairs. In the kitchen stood Louis, wearing an apron and standing proudly next to the buffet of food he had set out for you. Breakfast foods of all kinds were laid on the table before you, and in the middle was a large cake with pink dripping frosting. Louis was quick to speak before you were able to. “I’m sorry about yesterday. But I swear, she meant absolutely nothing. It was a mistake! She kissed me, I swear it. I would never do that to you because I love you so much and the mere thought of you hurt crushes me. So, um…I-I made a cake,” he finished, pointing to the mess on the table. On it read, in large letters, “I’M SORRY, I LOVE YOU.” You smiled, walking toward him and giving him a gentle hug. “It’s alright, Louis. We’ll talk it out, yeah? I believe you’d never hurt me, and I’m willing to listen to whatever you have to say.” He grinned, then chuckled as he eyed the cake. “I’m rubbish at baking,” he laughed. You hugged him again, before sticking your finger in the frosting and wiping it across his nose and cheek. “Ha!” you laughed. “Oh, it’s on now, little lady,” he smiled, and before you knew it you were being chased around the kitchen in a beautiful food fight.

Niall: You had spent the past few nights at Liam’s, and you were just about to head to bed when you heard voices from downstairs. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, Niall.” “Please, Liam, I have to see her!” you heard Niall beg. You heart melted as his voice cracked, and new tears stung your eyes as the other night’s memories came flooding back. “Fine,” Liam huffed, and before you knew it there was a knock at your door. “(Y/N)? Niall’s here…” You sighed, “send him in.” Then the door creaked open, and a red-eyed, messy haired Niall came sulking into the room, closing the door behind him. He looked awful; like he hadn’t slept in months. “(Y/N)…” he could barely get out, before collapsing in front of you in a heap of sobs. “I’m sorry,” he cried, “please, please forgive me.” “Niall…I-I don’t know…” He sobbed harder, standing up and rushing to you. “I-I know I don’t deserve it, but…I can’t live without you. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I’m having trouble breathing without you. Seeing you afraid of me…Calling for help…It killed me. I’m so sorry,” he sobbed again. “Oh, Niall,” you quietly cried, “I forgive you. But you have to promise you’ll never hurt me in any way again, okay?” “I won’t—I mean, I do—I-I promise!” he gasped, engulfing you in a hug and kissing you passionately.

Zayn: “Wait,” you whispered. Zayn stopped, swallowed, then turned around slowly. “Stay,” you said. “Why? I don’t deserve you,” he said, because he truly believed it. He had hurt you, his one and only, his true love, and he didn’t know if he could forgive himself for that. “I know you don’t,” you sighed, “but I need you. As much as I hate to admit it…I do. And if you leave I know this will be over. And I don’t want it to be. So stay,” you finished, walking toward him and placing a small hand on his shoulder. He choked out a small sob, before turning around and wrapping his arms tightly around you. He buried his face in your neck and cried into your hair. You kissed his shoulder before pulling away and saying, “you need to make it up to me, though. And you can’t talk to me like that, got it?” you warned. “Got it,” he sadly smiled, pulling you back into his loving embrace.

hope you enjoyed! request more!


To Be Loved and To Be In Love - written by RealName
By Organization for Transformative Works


First Dates AU. Louis Tomlinson is a thirty-year-old divorcee whose friends have signed him up for the Channel 4 show First Dates. Harry Styles is a twenty-eight-year-old lawyer who has never been in a long-term relationship. They are filmed going on their first date.

Author - RealName

One shot - 34,995 words

Review - 10 out of 10 Larry Thumbs!!!!

I love this fic! I want to reread it already!

This review is difficult for me to write because this fic hit home for me on so many different levels. I want to talk about everything, but then I’d give it all away, and you should really experience it fresh and without my spoilers!

Here’s what I can say about it - I laughed out loud too many times to count while I was reading this fic. I genuinely enjoyed every second of it, even the couple of times I found myself crying for the characters. It’s beautifully written and, while lighthearted and so much fun for most of the story, it still feels human and real because Louis and Harry as individuals aren’t perfect. They’re layered characters who really resonated with me. 

Give this one a read ASAP!